two birds on a wire

one wants to fly away

-two birds, regina spektor

Dominique Weasley was always quite fragile.

Not fragile like her sister, Victoire. Victoire was fragile, too. But in a completely different way.

Victoire had that tanned, glowing skin. Those rosy dimples. Those flowing, blonde curls. That perfect figure. She looked like a China doll. A China doll that might shatter at the slightest touch. And her heart, oh. Victoire's heart, so easily given away, and so easily broken. Yes, Victoire was fragile.

But so was Dominique.

And Dominique was fragile in that terrifyingly heartbreaking way that is similar to teetering between the edge of life and death, standing on the very thin line that separates the cliff and the skies, the metal of the bridges and the air just calling her name. Dominique would break, would want to fly, if pushed too far. However, Dominique's heart was not easily given away, not easily broken. That was how she differed from her sister. Dominique's heart was locked away in a box, never to be broken, because that was how you protected yourself, after all.

Louis tried to be strong, yes. He tried to be the knight in shining armor (or, in this case, muddy Quidditch uniform) for his precious sisters, coming in at the last minute on his noble steed (Nimbus 2008), but as Dominique sat atop the Astronomy Tower in her sixth year, just looking, while Louis was on the Quidditch pitch practicing so Ravenclaw could be the best team that year, she wanted to fly, too. And he couldn't save her then.

{This wasn't supposed to be quite this sad. It was supposed to end with Dominique finally letting someone in, blah blah blah. I guess things don't always turn out as planned. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it. I'd really appreciate it if you reviewed.}